Here comes the rush You feel it in your bones And when your bones are crushed You feel it in your soul You just cant escape it Its everywhere you go Turn round and face it Tell everyone you know Ah, the rush You've missed so much Here comes…

I had myself a séance, with shakespears players, brought some sooth sayers, Scribbled what they said with crayons Ohh, got me nowhere And so I called Steven Fry up, and put him in a line up Oscar Wilde, Wittengenstein, Einstein I need to aim…

A folksy number inspired by the stories my nan told me many moons ago about her uncle Herbie.. Herein lies the story, of a man named Herbie Jones. Not a million miles away from a man you might have known. A miner in the twenties, blue scars…

It aint like no ones done this before But how can you tire of beautiful chords In the fifties In Tenessee Where my love was born Two young men upped and crossed the yard both cold cos it was rainin hard. One of them turned said…

PLATEAU (C) 2012 Royal T Music

ONE This is a fragment I composed for DARK BLOOD. (C) 2012 ROYAL T MUSIC

Hi everyone.. I wrote this song for Archie Watson, son of my dear friends Lauren and Bradley Watson, who sadly was diagnosed with Tay-Sachs disease just before Christmas. Tay-sachs is a rare genetic disorder for which there is currently no cure…

When you walk away, don't talk that way Imagine the words you say May be your last. And if you're angry please don't leave Just think how near may be the end. Why must you hold your silly grudges and revel in your woe You always had a talent…

Let me introduce to you Every woman child and man The place I did my growing up Raised by grandma's hand I think you'll find That folks are kind They're sure to ask you in Enter the warmth Close the door And my story will begin…

This provides a theory which ties together two of my key traits a) always tired b) terminally disappointed by peoples lack of courtesy - there's a link people! Did you ever feel so down That you didnt know up Didnt recognise highs And smiles…